Down One Splint, Plus One Mobile Boy

We took Coleman's cast off and off he went. He looks a bit like a side-winding crab, but we'll take what we can get. When we went for the follow up, there was no bone overgrowth, which makes it a very minor fracture. Yay! Good news! The pediatrician we saw for our follow up was no Dr. Waller, however.

He was disputing the fact, after three weeks with a twelve month old in a KNEE TO TOE SPLINT that it was even necessary to have it on him. Hi, can we move into the future please? There is nothing I can do now to reverse the sleepless nights, the metric ton of Infant Motrin, the blister-over-blister that developed from the back of his heel rubbing the cast, the stress of having nary a Super Saucer nor a Johnny Jump Up to use to assist me in my mothering, need I go on? This guy might as well have been turned the other way in the chair, talking to his flat screen, trying to get it to connect with what he is saying. Regret! Misdiagnoses? STFU. I do not like you and I never will. No...no need to try.

Which brings me to a new realization: I intensely dislike when the obvious is stated and overstated, when information that needs not be is shared, and general I know this so I must say it-ism. Please stop this passive negativity from spreading. Your work to do so will not go unnoticed.